Page 38 of Truth or Spare

“Okay,” Dewey mouthed weakly, but it washislips that nudged Theo’s this time, and he was the one who pulled them together. His tongue swiped cautiously before swirling around Theo’s and Dewey shuddered and groaned, his naked yearning setting them both aflame.

“More,” Theo said, angling his head and taking the kiss deeper. He moaned in delight, astonished at howgoodit felt, touching and truly kissing the big, bearded grump.

Hisbig, bearded grump, Theo realized as he backed toward the Winnie, towing Dewey with him. “Come,” he managed as he licked and sucked on Dewey’s lips. They were perfect and Theo already knew it would be just as easy to lose himself in the rest of Dewey.

Dewey made a ragged whimpering sound, nodding frantically as he fisted his hands in Theo’s shirt. For a second, Theo thought Dewey was going to push him away, until the front of his shirt ripped and he was kissed hungrily.

“Fuck!” Dewey laughed, tears spilling down his face as he trembled against Theo. “I’m scared, but I’ve never felt anything this good and I don’t want to stop yet,” he admitted hoarsely.

They stumbled up the steps and Theo shushed softly as he backed through the door. “I’m scared too,” he confided, reaching around Dewey to swing the door shut. “I always want sex because it’s fun and it feels good, no matter who you do it with. But lately, all I think about isyou, when I’m in the mood to have fun and want to feel good. I’ve never been this nervous or afraid of messing up.”

Dewey drew back, a brow rising skeptically. “With me? Why would you imagine I’d be fun or good at…that? I wouldn’t even know if you messed up. I’ve never done anything with a man before, except this,” he said as he gestured between them.

A smile twitched across Theo’s lips as he took stock of the moment and his intentions. “I’m scared, but I can’t remember the last time I had more fun. It’s like riding a roller coaster,” he said and it was true. He was scared because heknewDewey now and he meant something to Theo. This wasn’t a fun fling with a stranger Theo could kiss on the cheek and walk away from. Dewey had been off limits before, for a number of good reasons: they worked together, they were becoming friends, he was inexperienced with men, he was always tired and cranky from carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders…

Now, Theo found that he was drawn to Dewey for many of those reasons. Most importantly, Theocaredand craved Dewey’s comfort and happiness. Instead of getting off and moving on, Theo wanted to touch something deeper and heal Dewey from the inside.

While appreciating his outside, obviously. In the Winnie’s cramped galley, Theo was too aware of those broad shoulders, thick thighs, and Dewey’s big, strong hands. He wanted to tackle Dewey and get at whatever was under all that flannel and denim, but remembered to go easy. They could roll the little trailer onto its side if they got too rowdy and Dewey had a condition.

“Why don’t we slow down and just…try some things?” Theo suggested as he guided Dewey toward the bed. “I promise: there’sno pressurehere.I can find a thousand ways to get off with you. But let’s go slow and see whatyoulike, Brooks.”

The change in Dewey was immediate. His posture relaxed and a crooked, dreamy smile curved his lips as he hooked a finger under Theo’s chin and pecked cautiously. “Thank you for going easy on me. I’ve never felt this scared or excited about anything in my life, but I trust you.”

Chapter Seventeen

“It isn’t a dream this time, is it?” Dewey wondered out loud as he fell back onto the bed. But he could tell by the way his heart was slamming and his hands were sweating that he was awake. “This is really happening,” he whispered shakily up at Theo as he straddled him.

“As long as you want it to,” Theo said soothingly. He took Dewey’s trembling hand and placed it on his chest. His heart was a wild flutter under Dewey’s palm. Theo’s skin was hot and he was sweating. “You have no idea how badly I’ve wanted you.”

“Me?” Dewey couldn’t believe that Theo was just as affected as he was.

There was a wry chuckle from Theo. “I was doing thehonorablething,” he explained while unbuttoning Dewey’s shirt. He spread the halves apart and licked his lips as he set his hands gliding up Dewey’s stomach. “I wastryingto be a gentleman.” His nails scratched through the hair on Dewey’s chest as he growled in approval.

“To hell with that!” Dewey pleaded as he pulled Theo’s lips to his and kissed him hard. “Don’t be a gentleman.”

Theo clicked his teeth as his lips dragged through Dewey’s beard and up to his ear. He nipped the lobe, making Deweyshiver. “I know what you need, now that I know your limitations.” His teeth scraped Dewey’s neck, creating a cascade of goosebumps and a swirl of heat in Dewey’s core. “You need it dirty but gentle, and I am very good at that.”

He lapped at Dewey’s neck and slid lower, nuzzling the hair in the middle of his chest before his arm was lifted and Theo took a deep whiff of his armpit. Theo groaned euphorically as he licked, then angled his head and bit Dewey’s side. It tickled and made him gasp and jump.

“What are you—?” he choked out, only to earn another ragged groan as Theo rubbed his face all over the thick hair on Dewey’s stomach.

“You’re so…perfect! I love men of all shapes and types, but you are einMan’nmit allem Pipapo,” he declared, sounding giddy as he quickly dealt with Dewey’s belt and his zipper.

“Pipapo?” Dewey chuckled weakly.

“A man with all the extra…dings and whistles,” Theo said, shaking his head as he fumbled and muttered back and forth between English and German. “Every inch of you feels and tastes and smells so much like a man and I am so geil. I’m on PrEP and my last labs were alles klar and negative but we’ll use condoms until I get tested again. I’ve always been careful but we should be extra cautious because of your condition,” he babbled quickly.

“I don’t know what half of that meant, but I haven’t had sex in…years, though. I honestly don’t fuckin’ care.” Dewey laughed and got up on an elbow so he could watch. “You’reperfect and I feel like I’m gonna die if you don’t touch me. How can you be so damn perfect?” he asked in awe as Theo whisked his shirt off and threw it over his shoulder. He was lean, his pecs and abs defined and his chest and torso hairless.

Theo shrugged the compliment off as he eased Dewey’s jeans and briefs down his hips. “I might not know what I’m doing half the time, but I still manage to get a good workout around here.”

“Practicing with a 14-pound ball every day helps. It was easier to stay in shape when I could still play,” Dewey said and carefully traced Theo’s bicep.

He caught Dewey’s finger with his teeth and gave it a playful tug. “Touch whatever you want, Brooks. I’m yours to command and do whatever you please with.”

“Mine?” He shook his head. That didn’t make a bit of sense. Especially when Theo gripped Dewey’s hard-on and gave the head a greedy lick, humming ecstatically. “Pretty sure that belongs to you now,” Dewey managed before Theo opened wide and swallowed half of his length. “Oh, fuck…” he breathed as he melted back onto the bed.

“Mmmm…” Theo’s head began to bounce as his lips glided up and down Dewey’s shaft and his sac was cupped and kneaded.

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